Sometimes angry singing is the best type of singing. And when you’re singing Sondheim, and your anger is dripping with withering sarcasm and clever rhyme schemes… perfection.
I was talking about this project with my Maestra today, and she suggested I add some insights about this next piece to my post. What I love about this song is that it seems so simple, but is effective precisely because it doesn’t give everything away in the lyrics. At its core, it is a ballad about a woman who is haunted by a past love and she can’t let go; the story is subtle. It’s not something like “you’re in my heart, my soul, you’re my deepest obsession, and I’ll never get over yooooouuuuuuu.” Instead, she sees him in every mundane aspect of her life. That’s why he’s impossible to shake off. He’s just… there. Bless you, Sondheim.